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{Dave Wallis} "Diary Of A Student Teacher - Feb 22nd 1998" ( M+F nc ws / FF
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WARNINGS

This story contains graphic scenes of a sexual nature. If this offends you,
or if your national or local laws do not allow you to read such things,
please leave now.

All characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I am not even the same age,
sex or profession as the main protagonist.

This third chapter is reasonably mild In fact it contains no penetrative sex
at all, but there is a bit of pissing, for those who like that sort of thing,
and brief lesbianism (blink and you'll miss it).

Comments and criticisms are welcome at my e-mail address
foxwell23@hotmail.com (Dave Wallis). And if you have any personal fantasies
or scenarios that you would like me to consider including in later chapters
they are also welcome.

This story may be reproduced, providing it is on a non-profit-making basis,
and that the text is reproduced in its entirety, with these warnings intact.
You will take responsibility for ensuring that it does not fall into the
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to reproduce it for public view, please have the courtesy to let me know
about it.

DIARY OF A STUDENT TEACHER

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Becky Foxwell - Student teacher, who began this diary on 20th Feb 1998, as
she was about to begin her final teaching practice.
Judy - Becky's black & beautiful flatmate, with an insatiable sexual appetite.
Dr Richard Burns - The married maths lecturer that Becky is screwing, and who
is also her teaching supervisor.
Malcolm - Another lecturer and PhD student, who was an ex-boyfriend of
Becky's.
Simon, Philip & Adrian - 3 drunken 1st year students.

SUNDAY 22ND FEBRUARY 1998

After yesterday morning, the rest of the day was (literally!) an anti-climax.
I wondered around doing some housework and psyching myself up for teaching
practice tomorrow.

In the evening, as always, Judy went out to the Students Union. I have to
confess that when she did, I sneaked into her room and took another look at
that massive vibrator, feeling its contours and hugging it to myself. I
thought about what it must be like to have that monster buried in my body and
reaming out my cunt.

Judy returned after midnight, pissed out of her head as usual; with some
hapless lad in tow, to be dragged off to her bedroom. I didn't hear much
after that, so I assume that they just fell into unconsciousness.

However, when I dragged myself out of my pit, Judy was already in the
kitchen. I could her singing as I walked down the stairs.

"Hi honey," she said, "I made breakfast."

"Oh great," I mumbled, "Ta." Then as an after thought, "What happened to
whatsisname?"

"Made him breakfast & sent him on his way."

"You're very bright & breezy this morning," I said, "Good, was he?"

"He was crap! But I don't care, because I'm going to church! Here go, honey."
Judy dropped a coffee & a full fried breakfast onto the table in front of me
and then swept out of the room.

Church. Judy. It seemed incredible, but it was true. She had hooked up to
this black Pentecostal Church a few years back, and although she didn't go
every week, she was quite a regular attender... Which seemed totally at odds
with her lifestyle.

She claimed that she went to be with "her people", but I'm pretty sure that
her upbringing wasn't Pentecostal or even religious. Sometimes I felt that
she went just for show - a lot of students get involved in outrageous things,
because in large institutions like universities it is important to find
definition in your life and to know that you are different from the rest of
the crowd. I think.

On the couple of occasions that she dragged me along with her, I found it
even more of a contradiction. They were fun and lively, but they had very
strict, almost victorian morals. I couldn't possibly imagine Judy fitting in
there. But they all thought that she was wonderful. A very respectable young
lady, training to be a teacher and a pillar of the community. It was not even
as if she dressed down for the church. She always wore a smart skirt-suit,
but it often left little to the imagination and even I thought she looked
damned sexy! But she was so unconsciously sexy and gave off such an air of
innocence, that I don't think anybody dared to criticise her. If men stared
at her, they were sharply brought back into line, by their wives and mothers.
Judy could do no wrong.

I munched my breakfast, until I heard a bright & breezy, "See ya," from Judy
and the slamming of the front door. Then I went upstairs & ran myself a bath.

In my bath I thought about Judy and men and my relationship with Richard. I
thought about Judy's comment to me yesterday about shagging 50 year old maths
lecturers.

As I've said, I have always been drawn to older men. Even as a first year
student, I dated one of the lecturers, although admittedly he was only a Phd
student and therefore no more than 10 years older than me. That was Malcolm
and he was the one who first dared me to go about town with no knickers on.
He was a bit of a perv like that and had lots of magazines and videos of
women with a strange aversion to wearing anything under their dresses (in
fact, Judy doesn't know it, but I still have some of them at the flat!).

I have to admit that the first time I did it, I was absolutely terrified. I
imagined that every man had x-ray specs, or that I was perpetually leaking
cunt juice (Quick joke: Why do women have legs? Have you seen the mess that
snails make?).

But I gradually got bolder. I would wear shorter and shorter skirts, made of
flimsier material. I don't think I ever looked tarty, but I began to enjoy
the stares that men gave me and the sense of danger I experienced. Their need
to stare gave me a strange kind of power over them. But I was also very
vulnerable if they one day decided that staring wasn't enough.

On the day that Malcolm decided to ditch me I was wearing a skimpy summer
dress (and looking *damn hot* I must say) and no knickers. When he'd stumbled
to the conclusion of all he had to say, I said nothing. Instead, I turned my
back to him and went huffily up the stairs to the Maths block. Because the
building was almost deserted, or so I thought, I decided to flash him. I
whistled down the stairs and as he looked up I gave him a quick glimpse of
the treasures that he would never see again.

Unfortunately, I suddenly realised that I was not alone on the stairs. In my
temper, I had not noticed Dr Burns climbing the stairs behind me. Our eyes
met and locked for several embarrassing seconds. Then I looked down and saw a
sticky damp stain spreading across the front of his trousers. Poor Richard
mumbled something incomprehensible and we both fled in opposite directions.

Of course, in a small department, we could not avoid each other or the
subject for long. I told him that I did not always go around with no
underwear on. He said that was a shame. And... Well, as I say, I have a thing
about older men. Suffice it to say that when I visit Richard now I rarely
cover up down under.

.........

Well thats as far as I got with my diary this morning. Its now 1:00 am on
Monday morning and I have sneaked downstairs to write a bit more.

Judy came back from church on an emotional high, telling me that we were
going to have a great party on Tuesday night. It seems that she has decided
to give up sex for Lent and wants to go out with a bang (literally I suspect)
the day before it begins (great, just want we need on the first week of our
teaching practice!).

Anyway, in order to let people know that it is happening, Judy persuaded me
to go out to the Students Union tonight - which again, I was reluctant to do
with my placement starting tomorrow (well, today now!).

When we got down there, the place was packed out. And, yes, most of them were
4th year students celebrating their last night of freedom before teaching
began.

I got the drinks, whilst Judy went round the bar, excitedly telling people
about the party on Tuesday night.

Later in the evening, three drunken first year students decided to try & chat
us up. I groaned inwardly, but Judy smiled and chatted and laughed with them;
and they bought all the drinks. That is Judy's trick: She goes out every
night - and can afford to - because she almost never buys the drinks. She
always finds some male to buy them for her, because he thinks his luck is in.
And in fairness, Judy rarely leaves them disappointed.

I got up to go to the toilet, but Adrian (one of the 1st years) said why
didn't I do it there & then.

I said, "What!?!"

"I said, 'Why not do it where you're sitting,'" he slurred, "I mean you're
not wearing any knickers, are you?"

I went cold: "What d'you mean?" I said.

"Everybody knows. They call you Nicholas in the Rugby Club... Knickerless,
geddit?" He grinned inanely. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I
mean I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist, but I was shocked & worried
to find that I had a reputation.

"Well," I said, with as much dignity as I could muster, "I am certainly
wearing them now."

"Don't believe you!" chimed in Philip, another of the first years.

"Prove it," said James, grabbing at my skirt..


Then they all started chanting: "Knickerless! Knickerless" very loudly &
drunkenly.

I fled the room. Unfortunately, the toilets were on the other side of the
bar, so I headed for the exit instead. As the cold night air hit me I
suddenly found I needed to go to the toilet more than ever. I ran to the
university building. It was locked! Damn, I should have realised!

I ran back to the bar and tried to find somewhere to squat down, behind the
building. I leaned against the wall, hitched up my skirt and started pulling
my panties down to my ankles.

"Blimey! You were wearing them after all said Philip."

I looked up. The three lads were all there. They had followed me out of the
bar and were now leering down at me.

"Piss Off!" I shouted.

"Unfortunate choice of words," said Philip, observing my squatting position.

"I'm sorry, Becky," said Adrian drunkenly, dragging me to my feet and into a
bear hug, "I should never have doubted you."

"Will you fuck off, before I piss on you," I grunted. Then: "Oh shit," as I
felt a trickle escape.

Adrian jumped back and I saw that I had soaked the front of his jeans.

"Eeuuugghh!" he cried, "I'm all wet."

Then Adrian immediately set about removing his wet clothes. As his jeans came
off, his massively erect cock sprang out.

"Looks like you were more excited than you thought you were," commented
Simon, "I reckon she ought to piss on you again. It might grow some more!"
With that, Simon and Philip threw Adrian to the ground and pinned him down.

"C'mon Bex," shouted Simon, "finish him off."

I looked at Adrian, hard, horny and naked from the waist down, as he
struggled under his two friends. "Look," I said, "can't you all just fuck off
and leave me in peace. I *really* need to pee."

"Well, come on then." Simon and Philip grabbed my arms and yanked me down
towards Adrian's throbbing crotch. His prick prodded hard into my cunt and
that was it, the floodgates opened. I pissed for ages over his huge erection.
It was such a relief to release all that tension in my bladder that I almost
forgot that I was doing this in public. Adrian's face registered a confused
mixture of revulsion and desire, as my urine ran over his skin in torrents.

As I saturated poor Adrian, I hardly noticed that Simon and Philip had
released my arms and were fiddling with the zips on their own trousers. But I
was soon to be made all too aware of their intentions, because just as my
liquid ran out, theirs began. The pair of them started to piss an evening's
recycled beer over Adrian & myself.

It was warm and steaming in the night air and, for a moment, almost pleasant.
But then I woke up to the reality of what they were doing.

"Aaarrgh! You bastards!" I screamed in a not very lady-like manner, "I'm
soaked!" But they were oblivious to my cries, lost in the release of their
tightened bladders.

Finally, they stopped pissing and started giggling, falling against each
other as if it was all some great big joke.

"What the hell's going on here?" It was Judy.

"Th...they pi...pissed all over me," I stammered, adding "I'm fr...freezing!"

"Well, get out of these soaking wet things," said Judy, helping me out of my
piss-sodden dress. I hardly cared that this left me naked. "What are you
looking at?" Judy demanded of the lads, "which one of you is going to lend
her some clothes, after what you did to her?" Adrian made a move to remove
his sweatshirt, but Judy said, "Not you, you're as soaked as she is."

Finally, Philip lent me his sweatshirt and I dried myself off with it. Then
Simon lent me his and I put it on. Judy and I took our leave of the lads and
made our way back to the house that we shared.

I became aware that Judy was staggering, more even than I was. She had drunk
a lot more than me and it was beginning to take its toll.

Still, Judy got me home and helped me, still shivering, to bed. Then she took
off her clothes and climbed in beside me. Judy held me tight and I began to
thaw out against the pleasant warmth of her naked body. My face was nuzzled
cosily between her breasts and I felt very secure.

Judy stroked my hair and I looked up at her face and her lips. Somehow I felt
drawn to them. Then Judy inclined her head to me and our lips met. We kissed
tenderly and I hugged her close. Then we drew apart.

"Judy..." I said after a moment. But there was no reply. I looked again at my
flatmate and realised that she was now fast asleep. Well I did say that she
had been drinking a lot more than me!

But now I am left with a dilemma. Will she remember that kiss tomorrow
morning? And will it change things between us?

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